by johntheclaret » Sat May 23, 2009 9:21 am
Found this article in th etimes written by journalist Doug Carter
West Ham: come on the claret and blues
22 May 2009, 16:04:54 | Doug Carter
With West Ham having daintily avoided qualifying for the Europop Cup and settled into a midtable position, you might think our season is as good as over. But there’s one more game – some would say the biggest of the season – that all of us will be looking forward to: the claret and blues of Burnley versus Sheffield United.
Now I’m not bitter. I’m really not – all Sheffield United took from us was money, and we’ve got used to being potless for a century and more. But football is a lot more fun if you care who wins, and on Monday afternoon, I really want Burnley to win.
I won’t dredge up all the reasons I hate Sheffield United – I’ll just float the words “Warnock”, “whining old woman”, “Chris Morgan”, “elbow, “Steve Kabba” and “gentleman’s agreement” and let you draw what flavour you like from them. The simple fact is that United, having spent decades playing unwatchable football, have now donned the mantle of out-and-out sporting pariah. And it suits them.
Once, years ago, I turned up late to see Sheffield United play West Ham at Upton Park. The game was sold out, mystifyingly, so I couldn’t get in until they opened the gates ten minutes before the end of the match. I watched from the back of the stand for five minutes, and left early. They were that bad – cloggers, stoppers, stiflers – and they still are.
So I never liked them. But now I actively hate them. Not the fans – the poor, long-suffering benighted fans – and not the players, really. Just the club. Hate them more than Millwall. More, almost, than Spurs.
And that’s why on Monday – along, I suspect, with thousands of other West Ham fans – I’ll be watching the Championship play-off final with as much excitement as I watched our glorious relegation-avoiding victory at Old Trafford two seasons ago.
The situation is almost perfect. If I could have dreamed up my own scenario for Sheffield United (actually, to be honest, I did dream it up) it would have gone exactly like this. A long way off automatic promotion, they put together a great string of results, storm up the table and put themselves within touching distance of the top two positions, only to fall at the last hurdle. (Thanks, Burnley, for making that part of the dream come true.)
Undeterred, the plucky lads from Bramall Lane bury their disappointment and make it through to the final at Wembley where they are defeated by Burnley in the most agonising way possible. (My first choice would be a terrible error by the referee, which convinces the United board to sue him for lost earnings.)
The day ends with a ghastly echo of a previous hateful day, as the Blades are forced to watch players and fans in claret and blue celebrate, as they themselves try to come to terms with the prospect of life in the Championship.
As I say, and I’m quite sincere about this: I’m not bitter. I just want what’s worst for Sheffield United. Is there anything wrong with that?
Come on Burnley. Make it so.
Douglas Carter
West Ham are at home on sunday and as we are in London I might just see if the Football ticket booth in Picadilly has any spare tickets. If not I might just try Fulham.